#cries bc harvey

[jwnzlvr]

yes! sit on it!!!

kinktober 2024 !! day five : face sitting

pairing : best friend!sim jake x fem!reader

summary : he’s a munch. thee pussy eater.

wc : 450+

warnings : SMUT (mdni), oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, mentions of (accidentally?) suffocating this man, faceRIDING not proofread

notes : a tad bit later than usual bc my wifi went out but yall we are GETTING THROUGH IT. also i have half an hr to shit this drabble out but TMRWWWW NANAMI FIC YEAHHHHH and yes the title is a steve harvey reference good night yall

jake was never one to back down from a challenge. whether it be fighting his best friends for a pack of ramen he could’ve easily bought himself, to a bet that he couldn’t make you squirt while sitting on his face. he was not about to back down.

“shit! slow- slow down!” you cried out as you pulled on jake’s hair. he was eating you like a man starved, his tongue gliding between your folds like it was nothing. maybe you should’ve shut up earlier.

“oh please, you’d probably pass out if a girl sat on your face. i bet you couldn’t even make a girl cum, let alone squirt on your face.”

your words repeated in his head the whole time. they were his motivation, his reason for going to the lengths of doing this. he definitely took it personal this time. and now he was absolutely determined to make you cum, at the very least.

his tongue toyed with your clit, making you grip his roots a bit harder. he looked up at you with those same puppy eyes, a proud smile on his face while he ate you up. “you little shit…” you muttered through a small moan. you knew he was getting off on this. on winning.

you decided revenge would be real nice. you began to grind your pussy on his face, his sharp nose grinding against the sensitive bud. your hand in his hair was holding him from there. you were quite literally riding this man’s face. a smug smile was on your face as you looked down at him with lazy eyes.

but did you really think that would phase him?

he could almost laugh. that is, if he wasn’t too busy eating your pussy up. he let you use his face to get off. it’s as if you wanted to help him win that bet. he could feel you leaking more and more, the juices smearing on his face.

he wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you still over his mouth. his tongue began to explore every nook and cranny, traveling through every part of you. with a few bold licks to your clit and a small nip of it, your release was brought upon you.

“fuck!!” you cried out as your pussy gushed into jake’s face. he screwed his eyes shut as your release sprayed all over him, making him grin in satisfaction. he went ahead and cleaned you up with his tongue, making you immediately move away from him. you were a bit overstimulated now.

he sat up and wiped his mouth with his forearm. he had a smug smirk on his face, his expression almost irritating.

“i win.”

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[honey-crypt]

alright hi hello me again with fanfiction request ??!! im in angst mood so hear me out

Elliott x farmer, where farmer comes back badly injured like,,, bleeding all over arm probably broken and Elliott freaks out he's just like 'you could have died!!!' and when farmer just laughs it off he just,, breaks down yk n cries for them bc he can't stand the thought of his love dying in the mines one day :((

anyway angst to comfort please 🫡

a/n: i'm not responsible for any emotional damage this fic causes :)

word count: 1.3k

warnings: graphic imagery, blood, elliott has a bit of a breakdown, farmer is really injured

summary: it was just another day in the mines, for you at least. not for elliott, though, as he finds you bloody and battered in the foyer of your home.

★ home is where the heart is - elliott x farmer ★

You staggered towards the farmhouse, as the fireflies and lamps lit your way to safety. High-pitched wheezes clawed their way out of your mouth and you struggled to conceal your heaving, labored breathing when entering the house. The door quickly shut behind you and you let out a sigh of relief. I’m home, I’m home.

The light suddenly switched on in the main room, “(Y/N)?” your husband’s voice called out to you. Shit, you thought to yourself, eye to eye with the redhead. Elliott hugged the sheer night robe close to his skin, his feet adorn with the bunny slippers you got him last month. Despite the pain, you managed to smile through it, “Hiya, hon.”

Elliott nearly fell to his knees at the sight of your bloody, damaged appearance. He walked towards you, legs almost jelly-like in their uncoordinated movement, and kneel before you, “(Y/N), oh (Y/N),” his voice was barely above a whisper, “What happened to you?”

You sniffled and promptly winced from the act, blood gushing backwards into your throat and making you stifle back a gagging sound from the sensation. Your nose was at an unnatural angle and your forehead was caked in a mixture of dry and fresh blood, as you bled the cut on your scalp. 

It was just supposed to be a quick expedition.

The sound of metal clashing against armor echoed through your ears. 

In and out, just in and out.

You sustained the first wound. 

I didn’t think there were gonna be so many. 

Then the next wound.

There were too many.

And the next.

Too many monsters.

And so on until you were battered and bruised, a walking corpse. 

“(Y/N),” your husband’s timid voice called out to you, “(Y/N), my love, what happened to you?” his voice wavered in and out. Every part of you hurt, from your head to your toes. You tried to adjust your position against the wall, but hissed lowly when a sickly ‘crunch!’ echoed from your arm. Shit, probably broken.

“I’m calling Dr. Harvey,” your husband leapt up to his feet and approached the telephone. You watched, as Elliott picked up the phone and dialed the doctor’s after hours number, but another episode of ringing in your ears made it impossible to decipher what he was saying. The vibrations and loud ‘boom!’ of explosive ammunition against slimes repeated in your mind. Probably still got some slime guts on me, too.

And you did, slime stained your shirt and pants in a putrid scent. No biggie, clothes are replaceable. Elliott returned to your side at just the right moment when the ringing subsided, “Darling, please,” he croaked, “What happened to you?”

“Just another day in the mines,” you mustered up a laugh, but the motion made your ribs ache. As gently as he could, Elliott scooped you off the ground and carried up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He carefully let you down on the bed, his robe now stained in slime and blood, and took a seat back to you, “Dr- Dr. Harvey will be here shortly,” the writer hiccuped, eyes glossy. 

“Thanks,” you hummed softly, relaxing into the soft mattress. Elliott turned his body towards you and stared, uncomfortably so. No words were exchanged over the next few minutes, the both of you unable to speak. Finally, Elliott took the initiative and whispered, “You could have died, (Y/N).”

You let out a series of wheezing, delirious laughs at his concern. That was all you could do, laugh. Elliott’s face shattered at the sight of you laughing, “I- I-” his bottom lip quivered. You held up your hand, the one attached to your functional arm, and answered, “Just another day in the mines, not my worst.”

Elliott fell silent and you attempted to fluff up the pillow underneath your head, “Don’t worry, hon. I can-” a sharp cry interrupted you, as your husband unleashed his tears. He hopped off the bed and onto his knees, burying his face into the satin sheets. You could only watch him wordlessly, as Elliott sobbed his heart out. 

“You could have died, (Y/N)! What part of that don’t you understand!?” he removed his face from the bed to yell. You winced at his volume, you never had witnessed Elliott in such a distraught state before. Elliott resumed his cries, “I could have lost you! You’re the- You’re the love of my fucking life and tonight, I could have lost you!”

Your eyes widened in surprise at the curse; Elliott rarely swore, he considered swearing to be a sign of ‘low intelligence’ that ‘one must resort to such profanity to convey a point’. Yet, here he was, cursing up a storm, “Do you not get how your actions impact others? Do you not understand how much you FUCKING mean to me, (Y/N)?!”

A knock on the door cut his rant short, most likely Dr. Harvey. Elliott rose from the floor and exited the bedroom, only to return with Dr. Harvey after a couple of minutes passed. The doctor let out a whistle at your injured form, “Oh, dear,” was all he could say, as Harvey initiated the treatment.

Elliott’s hands gripped onto the nearby vanity mirror while Dr. Harvey fixed you up, a few tears slipping out of his eyes and onto the oak wood. It felt like an eternity went by until the doctor finished up the last of your stitches and cleaned up the mess of bloody clothes and disinfectant, “Visit the clinic tomorrow for more pain medicine,” Harvey informed you before setting the blister pack on the nightstand, “And you’re on bed rest for at least a week.”

“Yes, doc,” you grumbled. Dr. Harvey gave Elliott one last nod and left your house, silence overtaking the atmosphere. You swore that the tense silence hurt more than your injuries, as you awaited Elliott to continue his yelling. 

Instead, your husband entered the en suite bathroom and the sound of water rushing filled the room. He then returned to your side with a cup of tap water in hand and grabbed the blister pack of pain medicine. Quietly, Elliott popped out two pills and held them out to you, “Open up.”

You sat up and opened your mouth, Elliott placed the pills on your tongue and held the water to your lips. With Elliott supporting the glass in one hand and your back in the other, you slowly drank the water and let it wash the pills down your throat; it left a bitter taste in your mouth. Elliott placed the unfinished cup of water next to the blister pack and crawled into bed with you.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to apologize to your husband. He sniffled a bit, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, but gave you a smile, “I love you, (Y/N). I- I don’t know what I would do if you died in such a way.”

“I’m sorry,” was all you could reply with. Elliott wiped away his remaining tears, “I love you. I love you with all my heart and soul,” his words shook with incoming sobs, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he recited the phrase like a prayer. 

“I love you,” you answered, “I will be more careful, hon.”

“Promise?” your husband looked at you with his wet, puppy-like eyes. 

“I promise,” You reached out to Elliott  and touched his hand. He intertwined his hand with yours and the two of you laid on the bed, basking in the peace of the night. Tonight, you were alive. Tonight, Elliott had you next to him. 

Yet, your backpack laid discarded on the floor by the bed, three or so bottles of squid ink nestled inside. Perhaps, you would gift Elliott those bottles another day.

[catladyoftheyr]

Too Sweet (Ch. 2)

Harvey x Reader

Ch 1 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4

Summary: this is based off Harvey’s 2 heart event in the game! I wanted to expand on it and add a little tension after their little meetcute. You go to visit George and Evelyn but Harvey is in the middle of a private session with them. You get caught in the middle of everything.

A/N: cliffhanger ending I guess bc I’m tired lmao. Not exactly fluff but not really angst either.

Word count: 722 it’s Smol

The end of spring had come around in the valley and the shift toward warmer weather had left you feeling rejuvenated. You were slowly settling into a new routine, making your way into the chicken coop to collect their eggs. The hens bobbed around affectionately at your feet and you bent down to ruffle them softly as you scattered feed. After the chickens were tended to you filled your watering can, still straining from its weight.

After you were satisfied with the progress on your morning chores you sat on your porch and admired the view. It was so quiet in the valley, no car horns or pounding construction. You noticed your tulips had bloomed and recalled Evelyn mentioning they were favorites. You gathered a few flowers as gently as possible, wrapping a pale ribbon around the stems to hold your makeshift bouquet in place. You laid the bouquet in a basket and started on your way into town.

Passing by the bus stop you noticed a patch of leeks that had sprouted. You added them to your basket, careful not to damage the flowers. Evelyn had mentioned they were her husband’s favorite in passing, and you’d grown fond of him as well. You found your mind wandering as you followed the path toward the elderly couple’s home. You thought about stopping by the saloon to buy Harvey a coffee, and to find out what Gus liked so you could properly thank him for his work.

Evelyn had made a point to tell you multiple times to let yourself in when you visit, no need for knocking. You turned the knob and stepped into the living room. You quickly realized you’d stumbled into something private. George and Evelyn were seated in the room, listening intently as Harvey preached about the importance of a balanced diet. Before you could turn to leave you heard the doctor’s voice call out.

“This is a private session. You can’t be here.”

“Sorry! I didn’t realize you were here. I was just leav-“

George cut you off mid-sentence as you tried to back out the door. “Wait just a minute. I want a second opinion. “

Harvey let out an exasperated sigh. “George please. I’m your doctor. I'd appreciate it if you’d trust me. I went to school for eight years; I'd like to think I’m qualified when I tell you to eat less sodium.”

“I think Harvey’s right, George,” you added sheepishly. “I’m sure he has your best interest at heart. Besides, there’s plenty of healthy options that taste great. I brought you some leeks” you raised the basket meekly. George’s expression softened.

“I suppose you’re right. I’m sorry for fighting you, Doc. And I appreciate your kindness toward little old me. Thank you for the leeks, they’re my favorite.” You said your goodbyes and apologized again for interrupting before setting the basket down on a table and leaving.

Your cheeks burned red when you walked into the sun again. You cursed silently for not knocking, or for dropping by so early. You’d never been so embarrassed. Harvey must think I’m a fool and a stalker you thought to yourself as you paced around town with no destination in mind. You turned back and walked toward home. You felt the tears well up in your eyes and prayed no one else would try to make conversation today.

You slid to the ground in the chicken coop, back against the wall with your head in your hands. Tears began to run down your cheeks while the morning's events ran through your head in a loop. You cried quietly for a while before you felt gentle pecking. You scooped the hen into your lap and laughed softly. “I screwed up today, Scramble.” The chicken looked at you inquisitively. “I totally blew it with that cute doctor. I walked in on him with a patient.” Scramble clucked sympathetically while you pet her. “I’m serious, I made a fool out of myself today. He’s never going to take me seriously now. He probably thinks I’m a total loser.” Your other hen cooed as if to respond from across the room. “You’re right, Henrietta. I don’t need him or his stupid mustache.”

“You think my mustache is stupid?” The coop door opened and Harvey stood in the entrance with a hurt expression.

[his-writing-blog]

Shane continued going with the flow of the song. He felt it was right in a way only caring about his dear chickens felt lately.

In the same time, a not-so-mysterious figure was watching him from further in the woods. Harvey stared at the image painted in front of him. A man of his interest was sitting in the center of a nature, bathed in the light oh the crescent moon, calmly smiling and singing about him of all people. If Harvey were more of an active person, he could see himslef just run up to Shane, take him in his arms and never let go. But he decided to watch and burn this scene in his memory just so he could come back to it later.

Staring at Shane, Harvey didn't notice when he started accompanying his love interest on the song. What startled him was the different lyrics that came out of his mouth, although having the same melody.

"Tell me, tell me you love me..." Harvey's version was more of a whisper than an actual sing. Oh how different yet quite fitting the versions were. Something deep down told him to lose himself to the song. His heart wnted to go loose and finally get what it wanted oh so badly. But his mind was still fighting the urges.

What if Shane didn't really thought about him that way? What if it was about some other Harvey? But what if Shane ment him but it was all just a dream and Harvey was to wake up and never feel the fulfilement it was about to be brought? He didn't think he could live with this. It was one thing to be sure he would be never able to live one of his dreams, let alone two. Harvey thought that he'd rather stay delusional and hope for the man in front of him rather than be crushed to the ground yet again. He thought that this time he might not be able to pick himself up. He longed after this man for such a long time.

But the melody grew stronger and steadily mushed his brain, constantly affirming that he should get out and sing along Shane. And with each second it was becoming harder to resist the urge.

But what if Shane cared and repricotiated the feelings? What if the other man also hid his feelings with the thought that he was the weird one? What if they could be happy with one another? The pressure was starting to be unbearable.

His brain told him that if it was a dream, it was gonna be apleasing one at last. Harvey took a few steps towards the other man and started properly sing.

At that, Shane got quiet and turned around. He tensed up and observed Harvey with a pain in his eyes. How could Shane be so stupid and think that there won't be someone around, it's not like he was drunk! Shane was ready to bite at the doctors words until he started to get that Harvey was singing and what he was singing about. That shut him up qucky and made his ears go red.

Shane stood up and started to sing again, this time more quietly. At the same time, Harvey crossed the distance between them, standing in front of the ther man. They sang their parts, with each line somehow they got closer and before they knew they were hand in hand, dancing to their songs.

For them the song could have been playing forever. Realistically everything was done after 4 minutes. As the song came to the end, they stood in the moonlight, holding hands, their foreheads touching. Both of them were red in the face. And neither of them wanted it to end.

Shane was the first one to break the silence. "So... What does that make us?" He wanted to scream in Harvey's face, tell him to never let go or Shane would make sure that Harvey's life would be over. That his life would be over and he couldn't live anymore without him. But he just asked.

Harvey responded. "Whatever you want it to be." He wanted to fall on his knees and beg Shane to never leave him. He wanted to cry, grab onto whatever he could and hold for as long as he was in strenght.

Shane looked at him with uncertanity. "I think I want me and you to be us". It wasn and unusual sight to see him this doubtful.

And this time Harvey deccided that he needs to be with the steady hand. "I'd want it to be us as well." He stated and smiled at the other man assuringly. "So tell me... Tell me you love me?" Harvey smiled.

"I'm crazy for you, my boy." Shane returned the smile.

Crazy for you, oh boy | Shane x Harvey

Quick tags not in tags: suicidal thoughts mentioned, getting together, mostly fluff, bit of dark humor, they were friends before that, ooc sewers

Shane stood by the Saloon's bar in his usual spot. Also as usual, he was holding a pint of beer in his arm. And in his usual manner, Shane took a sip of his drink. Usually, his mind would be plauged by the visions (getting to work at jojamarkt next day).

Yoba, how he hated that place. He wouldn't work there anymore if he had any say in it. Sadly, he needed that money. Plus, he can't just leave poor Sam alone within the land of Tartarus under the lead of Krotos (Morris).

What was unusuall tonight, was the lack of thoughts regarding his little hell. Tonight his mind was stuck in the purgatory of longing after a feeling. A feeling that he wished for harder with each gramm of the alcohol in his blood.

Shane wasn't prone to those soul minglings before being brought back from the dead at The Clinic. The sight of his momentary guardian asleep on the fucking plastic stool, leaned agains the wall, legs curled to his chest and prepped against Shane's bed frame, made the ex-alcocholic stirr something deep inside of his chest and reset in his brain. He didn't think he could go back to looking at the man the same way he did before. In seconds, Harvey got promoted from being this mystical doctor seen by Shane once when he was running late to his job, to a real person that Shane wanted to get closer to.

Shane wouldn't have known what to call his current feeling if it wasn't for the new farmer, Laura. For someone so disorganised as him, Laura could muster up some good advice when coherent enough.

"The desire to be desired. And the desire to desire that thing the same way." Laura told Shane. He stopped in his track after hearing that. And then he burst out laughing. "What? If I didn't desire to pass down my legacy and Guiliermo didn't desire to be owned by me specifically, we wouldn't have each other!" She picked up her cat up to Shane's face. The orange cat looked at him right in the eye, as if challenging him. To what, Shane had no idea. But the devil's youngling must have sensed his lack of defense and meowed loudly in victory. Shane just turned around and went back to Marnie after loosing the one sided battle. He heard the farmer's laughter goes quiet as he walked.

Closing his eyes, Shane could almost see Harvey's face staring at him fondly. His mind tried to imagine his expression change to more passionate one. Shane tried not to let his mind take control. The more thoughts of this calliber, the most likely he was to send his addictions to the bottom of the cliffs alongside with him.

He looked down at his glass, half full with a beer. It was supposed to be his first and only one tonight. But with how things were going, Shane was tempted to throw the glass across the whole local and preach the words of his soul. How he felt because of the booze. How the will feel because of the booze. How it could ruin their life as hard as it ruined his. How one drink led to another to another to another to another to another to another to anot-

Warm chocolate eyes blinked at him right before his face. Shane relaxed his grip on the glass. He pushed it towards Gus, dropped some coins on the counter and left. He ignored the looks given by the townfolks and let himself fall into the fresh breeze outside. He stood in front of the darkness that loomed over the town at the edge of the forest. Without any more thought, he let himself be swallowed by it. It wasn't long before his eyes got used to the lack of the warm radiation of laps lit up around the town. The sky was truely one of the main reasons why Shane didn't get with his plans. Constelations of unwandered paths streched right above his small and meaningless life. Glittering and saying that maybe it was worth being there even if just to marvel at their beauty for a fleeting moment.

Shane wandered around the forest, his gaze lost in the stars, mind still by the fond eyes it couldn't bare to leave behind. He didn't know how long he was out there untill he saw the edge of the cliffs. Instead of heading acrossthe grass, Shane followed the overgrown path. It led to a narrow stairs that led to the large pipe that finished (or started?) the maze of sewer canals spread under the town. Drunk Shane liked to joked that it was an underground mirror reflecting the spiralls and labirynths made by stars. As if an artist scribbled down the unseen paths between stars and the pages landed on the desk of a rough engineer who tried and failed to recreate their grace.

As Shane marveled upon the genius of the cosmic blueprint, a quiet song was to be heard. He looked around, trying to find its source. After seeing nobody at the forest's clearing and no soul on the beach below, Shane was sure that it was coming from inside the pipe. His body tensed up, ready to initiate a fight or flight revalation at whatever might come from the sewer. The thing is, Shane would be nothing wothout his brain. And his brain, soothed by the strange melody, didn't want to response accordingly. So he sat at the top of the stairs, entranced by how sweet the sounds were. He was almost lulled to sleep by it when he started to sway to the rythm lightly. He got startled when he heart someone sing along the tune. What shocked him more was the fact that the voice was coming from his mouth. The words to the song came to him with a blink of an eye. Shane let himself be taken by the melody's current. And with a small smile on his lips, he sang.

"Harvey, nobody knows what I see."

[rvspecter]

About the "would you actually date Harvey Specter" post:

The core question is does Donna exist in this universe where this is possible. Bc if she exists I'm cooked and I wouldn't go near that situation.

But if not,

So here's the thing. Does he want to be dating me. Bc the Scottie thing earned him worst bf of the year, but also clearly bc he wasn't invested in it at all.

The comment about his anger issues feels valid but also he is so unseriously angry most of the time, like he'd be a brat and throw a fit and then I'd be like "stop being a bitch" and he'd be fine again idk. His emotional intelligence is in the negatives, which is bad, but he is able to occasionally talk about feelings which gives me hope. He's a workaholic but that wouldn't be an issue for me personally bc I am the kind of person that's better off having my own life and then savoring the time I do get with my partner, y'know?? I joke all the time that I need to date a med student who pulls like 16 hr days who i never really see but I cuddle with when they come home at night lmao.

Also even tho his emotional state is a huge red flag for most of the series (except when he finally gets with Donna heyo), I have a history of being down bad for emotionally unavailable tall men who literally don't know shit about engaging in a romantic relationship so I'm like yeah exactly I could do this lmao. I'd also be convinced I could fix him, personal red flag. Alsjskdjdj I just think this is such funny discourse

omg dying DYING ACTUALLY DYING AHSHAHAHHAHA idk if donna exists in this harvey specter x reader universe we haven't thought past tearing his clothes off but i love how ur going thru all the points I LOVE IT!!

YESSS HE WAS A TERRIBLE BF TO SCOTTIE but also... she kind of pushed him into it because he just wanted her to be around???

re: his anger issues r actually so funny because he gets his feelings hurt ALL THE TIME. but i think ur right in that he calms down quickly?? like remember that scene where he was CRAZY screaming at louis (because mike just screamed at him for interfering with his life) in s6 and donna sees it and she goes HARVEY ENOUGH and he tucks his tail away and retreats (but never apologizes to louis cries)

also rigghhhtttt his emotional intelligence is a problem but he gives enough signs of life that i'd think 'yeah we can work with this I CAN FIX HIMMMMMM'✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

[cosmicghafa]

so you’re telling me… donna left harvey because she realized she had feelings for him.

and when she told him she was leaving him he cried because the thought of her not being with him after 12 years is crazy and loyalty is harvey’s most significant trait in a person?????

and her *actually* leaving caused harvey (big, tough, harvard graduate, “i dont care or give af about anyone”, stone cold, harvey specter) to LITERALLY become sick to his stomach and have panic attacks?????? to become so angry at everyone around him about everything because if he doesn’t have donna whats the point of anything?????? no bcs he’s literally crying and throwing up at the fact that she isnt there with him anymore and that she purposely left him i’m going batshit crazy

i’m gonna scream he is so insanely in love with her

[quillyfied]

Apology Tour details I forgot to gush about:

- Verosika finally dropping the pronounced O from Blitzo’s name. Never once does Blitzo call her on it like he does everyone else, so the fact that she does it on her own says a lot about how healing their conversation was for her and I love that for her.

- honestly it didn’t even occur to me that Blitzo should have told Stolas about the assassination attempt. So when he let it slip, I was completely blindsided as well as delighted. I genuinely don’t think Blitzo MEANT to keep it from Stolas; I think he just didn’t think about it, for all the reasons he mentions regarding Stolas’ hardiness. (ADHD coded Blitzo in the house lol)

- really would like to know if all Lust demons are called succubi for ease purposes, or if Better Than Blitzo Guy is an incubus (insert obligatory “wouldn’t it be fun to play with the terms succubus/incubus on a sexual dynamic scale rather than a gender scale” discussion here)

- Blitzo seems to be speaking really slowly for him when he’s raging about Stolas getting kissed, which makes me think he’s REALLY angry; reminds me of when he’s telling Striker to “get his shit-stained claws” off Fizz, just a drawl that feels so much more angry than his usual fast pace.

- cannot stress enough how even when they’re in the middle of fighting, Blitzo keeps trying desperately to bring their relationship back to sex bc he wants his status quo back, bc that’s still the only reason he can think of that Stolas would want him. Why ANYONE would want him. I need Ghostfuckers to BREAK HIM. I want that man sobbing his guts out and then picking himself up and looking himself in the mirror and wanting to change for himself as much as for the people he loves. You can do it, Blitzo, I believe in you.

- look guys I have zero doubts in my mind that Stolas and Blitzo together are endgame. I have equally as few doubts about the fact that it ain’t gonna be this season. Prepared to be pleasantly surprised! (Though I can’t deny that having half to a full season of mutual pining while working together and taking things slow and steady would be my ideal scenario tbh. Blitzo chewing his desk to bits over Stolas’ cute secretary glasses pls)

- as someone else pointed out…“I sorried Fizz so hard he CRIED!” Blitzo YOU cried, you over-emotional projector, you.

- the more we see about Blitzo and his past relationships and his current wants, the more obviously his deflection of “relationships are boring, I’m doing everyone a favor” rings so hollow, so much like a kid telling himself he doesn’t want that lollipop anyway because he’s never going to have it and it’s less painful to be the one rejecting than to be rejected. He’s cracking, but I need that walnut BROKEN OPEN. Bleed out all that venom, let the bone set and heal properly this time.

- GOSH I hope Vassago can be a genuine friend to Stolas, both because Stolas needs it, and because I love Harvey Guillen to bits and am so excited to meet his character 😆

Okay. I think that’s everything for now.

[chicken-molayme]

Im community college im not that rich

*PIERRO

I MUST FiX MY GRAMATICAL FAILIURES

do better mo, you're a university student (/lh)

[dentresidence]

remember that time when Harvey BROKE DOWN, legit gets on his knees and CRIED after finding out Bruce Wayne is Batman bc yeah. Aha.

[sashiavi]

For your recent poll I'm stuck between Sam and Harvey bc like my heart and soul says Sam but I used to live on a farm with goats and they can be so loud when they wanna be

I like to think Puppy!Sammy is all soft whimpers, lotsss of warbles and whines, like he never shuts up - as he should, keep crying king

But Goat!Harvey? Babbling and stuttering, the poor man doesn't know where to put his hands. He hiccups and Baahs, praises and cries, telling you to "wait- waitwaitwait~" when you go down on him- he doesn't really mean it, though ;]

I wonder if I should do some sort of "What they sound like" Series..

But I feel bad for tainting the sdv tag with so much hybrid content haha

[spookytoonz]

My E&H Headcanons List Because I Realized I Never Shared Them🫣 (Part 1)

• Stiesel cries himself to sleep every night

• Edna is bi and ace (Freya was her bi awakening)

• The Keymaster probably had some sort of connection with the Church in the past since that was his hiding place

• Edna’s mom gave her Harvey before she died (or, Mattis got Harvey for Edna shortly after her mom died, I can’t decide which one I prefer)

• Alfred died in the Family Guy death pose

• Birgit probably read Warriors ( I feel like I’ve seen someone say this but I can’t remember who 😭)

• Mattis is a whore ( he’s very lonely and desperate)

• Dr. Marcel’s wife didn’t die, she just left him bc he’s scary af & he sucks

• Did I mention that Mattis is a whore

• Edna probably liked MLP growing up but was embarrassed about it bc she was a tomboy

• Edna’s mom prob looked a lot like her, such as being tall & having purple hair

• I’ve mentioned this before in one of my rambles but I’ll bring it up again: Edna’s rebellious behavior started ever since her mom died because she had trouble processing everything & would act out as a result and get her anger out on Alfred. This was also possibly a result of her being influenced/inspired by Freya’s mischievous behavior as well.

•Edna’s mom was a much better parent than Mattis

• I did see someone say that they headcanon the Keymaster grew up in the convent which I find interesting

• Freya was probably a roller rink enjoyer

• This one is very specific but like. You know how there was a pink Harvey official plush? I like to think that Lilli once owned a pink rabbit plush like Harvey, however Mother Superior took it away bc she hates joy and wonder >:(

• Edna has eaten bugs before. It’s just a very in-character thing for her to do.

There’s a lot of things im missing but I’m very tired and need to sleep brb

[lordarsonizzzzt]

vulture cries any time any woman shows him maternal love bc he misses his mom

and gets either overly aggressive at certain men

or finds (harvey dent) attractive (in a silly crush way, just a joke ok)

[indecisive-dizzy]

Any Howdy ideas to share? /nf

Oh I have So Many ideas. Pulled out my notes for this! Gonna start with family bc I've been wanting to share.

Howdy is The middle child. This man suffers from middle child syndrome big time, his parents hardly acknowledge him unless they're complaining about his career choice/comparing him to his siblings.

Speaking of! He has 15 siblings! They have names and traits and I wasted So Much Time on them! So here a list from oldest to youngest! as well their jobs

Heather- house wife w no kids. married big rich

Huntley- restaurant owner w multiple locations

Hailey- successful crafts/furniture business

Hayden- same business with Hailey

Heath- plane engineer

Hector- commercial pilot

Henry- big industry CEO

Hannah- chain store assistant manager

Howard "Howdy"- You know this one!

Holland- part-time job hoping

Harrison- college student

Harvey- college student

Harwin- college student

Harmony- student

Hope- student

Holly- student

3-4, 5-6, and 15-16 are twins. 11-13 are triplets. I don't have ages bc they need to be reworked. Yes all their names start with H. I thought it would be funny but it was Not Worth It. /hj

Back to Howdy! He loves all of his younger siblings. He's not as close to his older siblings with the exception of Huntley bc I love him. He actively dislikes Henry and Heather bc they belittle him a Lot.

Howdy, Hannah, and Holland were The trio of the family. Howdy is closest to these two.

He was also hugely involved in raising/taking care of the little ones. He was the only one that could get the triplets to take a bath in a reasonable amount of time with little mess/fuss. No one knows how he did it.

Stepping away from family!

It's so easy to make Howdy laugh. He makes a big deal out of jokes and having a good sense of humor, but he'll laugh at anything! He just hides this fact to save himself the supposed embarrassment. He almost Laughed Out Loud at one of Frank's jokes! Frank Frankly! The Unfunniest Neighbor! The memory haunts him. /j

Cuddle bug. Someone please hug the caterpillar. He just wants to give his loved ones a big squeeze and in some cases never let them go (cough Barnaby cough). If you fall asleep against him he will cherish the moment but will playfully complain later.

Cries if/when anything happens to the shop. Water leak? Sobs. Stain? Inconsolable. He loves his little shop so much.

He may scam people but he's really not in it for huge profits. He's just like that. Refuses to Ever open another store. There's only one Howdy so there will only be one Howdy's Place!

Oblivious but falls in love easy. He won't realize he's in love but he always falls first. Just give him time to realize it.

Will flirt with his partner but flusters when it's returned.

Despite being a workaholic, he gets plenty of rest and is pretty good with self care! He finds it very important to be well rested and healthy if he's gonna work so much. He also sleeps like a rock.

I have this idea to specifically contrast with Eddie! Who does Not know when to stop working. Howdy complains often of Eddie's sleep schedule (or lack thereof). This had led to Eddie being forced to nap in a big armchair behind the store counter on multiple occasions.

Howdy has essentially adopted the neighbors as family. Except for Barnaby I guess bc he's in love with the big blue dog.

One the youngest neighbors. He refuses to acknowledge this as he's had enough of being the baby brother thank you very much.

oh golly this got long very quick.. so that's all for now! 😅

[harvsboy]

things the fucker has done today

tell me off (gently) for not liking my music prof (just said he was nice like yes but his class sucks ass and i am MISERABLE so screw u M)

make me cry bc of his short story (SO mean btw like no that did not have to be the ending but okay make me cry)

said something that changed my brain chemistry but i cannot for the life of me remember what was said only the fact i am now changed

annoy me

piss off our teacher by joking that magical realism is the quirky genre (he got the scariest glare, i laughed bc it was funny but also because i wouldve cried if i didnt) (our teacher was alr mad) (i cried multiple times) (he doesnt have to know)

annoy me

infest my thoughts alongside harvey

its bad please help

given me a complex over how i cant accept safety and comfort

annoy me

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#5

what if the first ep of season 4 starts with nadja opening up the coffin and guillermo's fully dead and this whole time harvey has just been hanging out on set and posting pictures to mess with us

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#4

people who should be able to get abortions:

-teenage rape victims

-adults who had consensual sex

-people who want kids but can't take care of them

-people who could take care of kids but don't want them

-people who thought they wanted kids but changed their minds

-people whose lives are at risk bc of pregnancy

-literally anyone, for any reason

childbirth is something that no one should be forced to go through. a fetus is not a person. why is this so hard to understand

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#2

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[accursedvoid]

Thinking about a werewolf!Bruce AU but like werewolves here have two specific forms being wolf and ye bipedal traditional werewolf (bc I like both and it’s my AU and I GET TO CHOOSE THE RULES) - and yes when it comes to bipedal werewolves, I always see the van helping 2004 style ones (bc BIG and TERRIFYING YET FLOOFY)

Like maybe during his brat phase where it’s just all a blur one night he winds up bit and turned and now wolf Bruce has no idea what’s going on, where he is and how to get home after waking up changed in a forest somewhere - he winds up wandering around for awhile before he just winds up collapsing at some random small looking building way out in the middle of nowhere (which strikes him as strange and like he’s wound up in a horror film if he weren’t the monster in question).

Course we all know who’s doorstep he just wound up on.

Jeremiah gets an alert on his proximity sensors and the camera picks up on a large black dog sprawled out unmoving at the front door to his bunker, he waits awhile but nobody shows up to collect the dog and well it’d be cruel to leave the thing there so he brings the mystery stray in.

Surprisingly the stray is very well mannered (someone must be missing their dog surely?) and Jeremiah just winds up taking care of him for longer than he’d thought, enough to even give him a name, Ace (because I love to sprinkle in a call back c; ) and finds he quite likes having another friend even if they’re not human (oh little did he know) - Ecco is quite fond of him too, makes her job easier if Jeremiah also has added security around in the form of an overprotective guard dog.

Meanwhile Alfred is searching for Bruce after getting concerned that no one’s heard from him for awhile (because even fired he still cares about his boy 🥺) and Jim is about to start a search but then of course the arkham breakout occurs and all hell gets going.

So Bruce as the newly dubbed Ace is quite shocked to find himself in the care of what must be Jerome valeska’s twin but finds he quite likes the soft spoken Miah and well since he hasn’t figured out how to turn back yet, he’s stuck in the bunker essentially but well it could be worse - though he’s often badgering Jeremiah into remembering to take breaks and eat while the other is lost in his work which Bruce also finds fascinating though he can’t say so currently.

Then of course they both watch the news of the arkham breakout and now Bruce has to deal with the paranoia of Jeremiah and the whole ‘trap jerome’ plan - and before he knows it, Jim Gordon and Harvey bullock are paying them a visit and Bruce is happy to see them but of course neither of them knows the very large suspiciously wolfish looking dog with Jeremiah is Bruce so they’ve no idea why he seems happy to see them (Jeremiah is also baffled, was Ace a former police dog maybe? Surely the GCPD isn’t that inept to lose one of their hounds if so) but of course then red alert goes up and here comes the j squad.

Ace - Bruce - is sticking to Jeremiah like glue as this goes on bc he wants to protect his new best friend (even if said best friend believes their just a dog at the moment) while they set out through the maze only to be confronted hypnotised!Ecco and Ace - Bruce - gets separated from Jeremiah until of course he finds them again being confronted by jerome and boxed in by Jonathon and Jervis.

Now Bruce who’s already had to watch his parents die, really really doesn’t wanna see anyone else he cares about murdered or hurt and with the worst running through his head just acts on instinct with the blood rushing in his ears he charges them.

Now from the outside perspective what was a large dog that came skirting around the labyrinth corner is suddenly much much larger and practically has to stoop in the enclosed space as it lopes towards them, with horrendously sharp claws that score monstrous jagged scars in the wall when Jervis ducks the swipe as he and Jonathon scramble backwards from the sudden wolf man beast snarling like a rusty engine with murder in its bright eyes (the perhaps only feature aside from sharp white teeth that can be picked out from the mass of shadow and fur)

Jerome, cursing that his planned confrontation gets cut short, shoots at the thing (and what the hell? When and where did Miah get a demon dog?) while he, Jervis and jonathon quickly rush from the area - Bruce, currently mostly instincts and rage, recoils when a bullet hits his shoulder giving them enough time to escape while he recovers and when he does so finds his quarry escaped turns back to immediately check on Miah (who’s busy trying to process what in the hell happened over what has to be barely a minute - because clearly he’s taken in something that’s not actually a dog? Or what - and is half hoping it doesn’t turn on him now) who then has to deal with an overprotective werewolf-that-was-a-dog-but-is-actually-a-human trying to seemingly reassure him - and then Jim and Harvey come around the bend and everything gets tense again bc their first instinct is to raise their guns and Bruce-who-is-not-quite-himself but enough of himself to have the ingrained trauma with guns being pointed in his direction immediately gets defensive trying to protect Miah while also curling on his injured, bleeding shoulder.

Jeremiah is actually the one who gets them to not shoot because he’s fairly sure the monstrous wolf thing that saved his life - although half terrified a few years of his lifespan he’s sure - isn’t a threat to anything that isn’t a threat to him, presumably and it’s at that point w a badly wounded shoulder and maybe dipping into blood loss, said giant wolf beast slumps to the side half awake and then the last shocker of the night when it reverts to Not it’s previously assumed dog (though in retrospect clearly a wolf) form but that of Bruce wayne, missing billionaire and heir to wayne enterprises, half slumped over in Jeremiah’s arms with the ripped up clothing he’d worn the last time he was human (i can magic clothes if I want too ndndn)

Everyone is of course surprised and this is a lot to process but Bruce before fainting dead away and getting treated for that shoulder manages a faint ‘nice to finally meet you properly Jeremiah’.